Текст песни Medea - Маска Красной Смерти

Prospero was a cunning Prince

With the fate we do not play blitz ...

Himself and the nobles in the monastery -

Grotesque and pomposity in it, bizarre ...

A mask lyutuet around -

Red Death - you're not her friend

Blood - Its print!

Coat of arms - purple face!

In a moment you will cool flesh

Appearance, gait - a solemn march

The last episode of your ... ..

Seven rooms - seven colors

Masquerade madness in them ...

La Boheme waltzes to the beat

Watches - musical interlude

Midnight chimes ...

Subsided viola, oboe stopped

Madly, silently gives them a shock

Red Mask - fierce rock

Blood - Its print!

Coat of arms - purple face!

In a moment you will cool flesh

Appearance, gait - a solemn march

Your last breath ...

So what is over the ball?

Clear and well - bad finale

It makes no sense to delve into - this is the fate

Hostages eternal everlasting evil ...